Moon Cheese

I've always known it was true not just a myth. Not a fairy tale with princesses, frogs, evil witches and happily ever after. Some things way down deep in your heart or soul you just know are like magic. The feeling bubbles inside your thoughts and washes away all the dirt and dust that accumulates with life in general.

Wishes come true and happiness spills over you and smiles erupt and life is good. You try new ideas and float with the wind. The fresh morning breeze awakens all your senses and OH - that first cup of coffee. Sitting outside in the dark of the morning listening to the sounds of the new day breaking through.

Then - right up there high in the sky is the moon. Pulsing with rhythm and movement ever so slight. Painted with colors not on the color chart. Wonderment fills the space inside your sleepy head. Hot coffee warms your heart and starts your engine. And there she/he is all bright and beautiful shining down upon you.

The stories and folk tales spin round inside your head. At that moment in time captured forever is the true fact that the moon is really made of green cheese. I wonder where the green eggs and ham are?

Seeking 7 Moons

My imagination is tethered to a long loose leash. It runs wild and rampant against the forces of nature. It meanders places where normal aliens never travel. It reaches great heights and dips down into deep valleys and crevices. It writes love notes in puffs of white clouds and sings along with the wind. My imagination contains no boundaries or constraints and holds no strict rules or regulations.

Last night as I looked up at the milky white half moon my first thought was that it was a half eaten vanilla moon pie. I prefer the chocolate moon pies myself but to each his own.

I stand outside in the dark of the evening gazing with the intensity of a floor mat at the creamy moon resting high in the sky. The leash moved against the night breeze and gave me a little tug. I stared a little harder at the half circle in the sky surrounded by blinking stars or perhaps alien ships.

And there right before my eyes the creamy milk white half moon showed me his face. I saw his deep set eyes and the hint of a smile slip across his lips. The moon became alive with life and ignited my imagination into a wild fire burning furiously across the night sky.

The moon has a heart and a soul and most obviously a sense of humor. He looked like an animated metal moon one can buy and place upon the living room wall or the silly painted moon earrings I once purchased and so soon lost. Sometimes we see and feel what we need to see and feel. Imagination is a good thing.

Searching for Seven Moons

The sky a strand of smoky pearls around the neck of a movie starlet. Once a full moon - now less than its former self - glows like a seashell washed upon the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico. Stillness blankets the earth against the cool morning mist. The dew is a silence covering the footpaths. On the Eastern horizon the orange lights have missed their calling this frosty morning.

Happiness today.

1. I am happy it is such a lovely day.

2. I am happy for a day off.

3. I am happy for all that I will accomplish this wonderful day.

Moon Landing - BOOM!

7:29 AM Eastern time - I lay outside doing my Yoga breathing looking up - watching. Watching and waiting for the moon to fall to pieces and drop from the sky - Falling from Grace. Assault on her surfaces - a seemingly violation of Mother Nature. But she stayed there up above our world holding her own and perhaps wondering - 'fools?'

I ponder about how much water conservation we could do with a pot of $79 million dollars. I thought about how we could recycle, save lives and improve society with $79 million dollars. In an instant I saw $79 million dollars explode out there in the universe. And I saw nothing!

I worked on my deep breathing.